The Supernatural

From: Danielle (defoeco@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Atlanta and New Orleans
Source: Form Submission

When I was a little girl around 3 I would wake up every night from the same dream and I would see a thick shadow and run into my parents room and say that something touched me. It may seem like it could have been my imagination, but it wasn't. I had the same dream, and every night I would wake up from it's touch, I could feel it's prescene standing over me. I did't even know what ghosts were.

We moved and for a long time I was unable to adress such subjects, I would have intense panic attacks. When I was 14 there was this house that my mom said that the kid would lived there sacrificed his whole family and himself to his gods, and that everyone who got invovled with the house would have a horrible experience. I went over there with two friends, each time my friend tried to open the door a huge rock would come sailing towards her head from behind us, but noone was there to throw it. This happened three times, we never went inside the house. This was in the middle of the day. Nothing strange happened again until last summer.

My friend and I sat down and played the qujia board when we went over to a friends to swim. Needless to say we came in contact with a woman who said her name was Samantha. To sum it up she told us how many kids we would have and where,how many soul mates, and who our gaurdian angels were. She told us she had four children and that she remained with her husband and the slaves. She told us to ask about god, she said he was everywhere. When asked if she was everywhere she said "I am here." I knew what she was going to say before she said it and so did my friend and she said this was telepathy. I was not very good friends with my friend at that time and there was no way we knew the kind of information that she was telling us about each other.

My mothers brother died trying to save a dog in the street in Michigan, I never got to meet him, he was 17. We met that night and I stopped playing in tears. We both left crying, when I got home I had to tell my mother, and she started to cry and said she believed me, that she had received a call from my brother whose middle name is the name of her brother, but no one was there, and he was at home asleep. Her best friend lived across the street and this started by borrowing a book from her called "Quijia the most dangerous game," she had a whole collection of books on the paranormal. She said she has seen spirits her whole life, she would wake up in the middle of the night and find a maiden with braids in her closet, or a man with a mangled face with his arm in a sling crouching at the foot of her bed. Those were examples of ones that did not bother her, she did not speak of the ones that did.

My friend did not believe in ghosts, or god. This experience changed her whole perception on spirituality. I had panic attacks all night from the energy that was transmitted from Samantha. I threw up and woke my friend up all night. She told us that spirits watch you between nine to six in the morning, the physic hours. She said she watched the boy that lived there at night. He had seen her one night in the bathroom. My friends were able to play and record the questions and anwsers several times later, I could never play again. She blew out a candle for them, she would not appear or touch them replying "you are not ready." I don't know about her perception of time because she said she was born in 1820 and was 100 years old. She also said when I am 21 I will get married and have a child, and I would meet him in New York. I am 20 in September, and I don't think I would want to have a baby at 21.

After this experience I had strong telepathy, I guess I tapped into universal thought. I still know stuff before it happens but not as much. Supposedly when you are a child you have a strong sense of this stuff. Randomly I receive songs and then the next day hear someone singing it in class, and these are not common songs. Or I will say someones thought out loud without knowing and they will look over at me dumbfounded. This happens a lot with my brother and the friend I played the quijia with. One time I called my friend and turned at this light in front of my house and he turned at that exact time and had come from my home and was going to the gas station I was going to , to call me.

The last thing happened in New Orleans. We stayed in this old apartment in the french quarter that had a furnace to heat up the house in the living room. Everyone went to sleep and woke up to the smell of gas, the furnace was on high but not lit, a lot of people smoked cigarettes so had anyone lit one the house would catch fire. No one turned it on we weren't even using it. This happened twice. Every time we closed the door to that room the door knob would shake and rattle until the door finally opened. This shaking never stopped. Every night the kitchen would get extremely cold. There were two french doors on the back pourch that swung violently open and shut repeatedly before our eyes, there was noone there. I sleep with the covers over my head and the lights on.

I cannot stand the thought of the unknown, I cannot stand the thought that something may be there with me, watching me. But I am most afraid because they remain. Why do they remain? Does this mean that when I die I may remain for eternity? Samantha said she lead several lives at once, and so do we, how is that possible? The dead watch the living. Revelations predicts the end is when the dead walk amongst the living. The dead rise to the heavens and the living joins them. Is my soul going to remain? How lonely and boring that must be. I'm mostly afraid that I will die and I won't know all the awnsers of the earth and the universe. But Samantha seemed to know.